Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovakia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ultimate Spinach to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker,
Drexciya,
Soft Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultra Naté,
CMW,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
The Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Tim Buckley,
Kevin Saunderson,
Janne Schatter,
R.M.O.,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Von Mondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
Newcleus,
Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blossom Toes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agent Orange,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.